For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby. The Rain Makes Still Pools On The Sidewalk. The Rain Makes Running Pools In The Gutter. The Rain Plays A Little Sellp-song On Our Roof At Night- And I Love The Rain.

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It ... What You Wish In Your Secret Heart Were Not Funny, But It Is, And You Must Laugh. Humor Is Your Own Unconscious Therapy. Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air, And You.

Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair

It's Such A Bore Being Always Poor.

We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.